Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Those things where men and women combine to give birth to successors are not feasible here. Of course, he is not saying that men and women do not have true love, and they are only together for the reproduction of the family.

However, he didn't care about this at all. Children, grandchildren, and future generations were all abandoned by him the moment he fell in love with Shenwei.

If he didn't have divine power, he might be like other men, who would marry the woman he likes when he reaches the right age, or marry the most outstanding woman in the clan under the arrangement of the elders, and then let nature take its course and have a happy marriage. Raise offspring.

However, there happened to be Kamui.

A guy who is very different from the others, a guy from...

It was a choice he made himself. Between his wife, children, offspring, and divine power, he chose divine power, so he should not get those.

No, I have never fallen in love with a woman, nor have I longed for her.

He does not want things that are not important to him and do not necessarily exist.

Hashirama didn't expect that the conversation would end with something like this.

Although there are some differences in concepts, they both know that this is not a good thing.

They never doubt how important the other person is to them.

The friendship that started in childhood was not forced to be truly severed due to family antagonism, so it would not be stained with dust and cracks would appear.

Madara finally accepted Hashirama's kindness and thanked him again.

He stood up from the stone bench, looked at the sky and said quietly: "Although I will stick to my true intention, I am very happy that you can say this to me. I must..."

Madara smiled and said, "Probably only my family will tell me this, and others will only look at us strangely, but Hashirama, you said it."

"spot……"

"Thank you, Hashirama."

"..."

"I'm with him because I like him. Nothing can separate us."

Speaking of which, what else can Hashirama say?

His love with Mito is love, and the love of others is also love. Love is a psychological feeling that cannot be narrowly defined by gender.

As best friends, it seems like they can't do anything more than respect.

When Madara returned to his seat, he saw no figure of Kamui, only three waiters chatting and laughing.

Madara was instinctively nervous when he saw no one, and even his handsome face became colder and more serious.

"What about others?"

Hearing the question, the three girls looked up at him. They were naturally afraid of Madara. They always felt that this guy was the kind of person who could break other people's necks without showing an expression on his face.

"He, he seems to have gone to the convenience store too."

Madara was startled, there was obviously only one passage, and he clearly didn't see Kamui when he came back.

His eyelids shrank, his eyebrows tightened, and he was confused for a moment. Madara's face became even more gloomy. He turned around and went to the backyard again. When he reached the back door, he could vaguely hear the sound of someone talking in the backyard. There was a bit of weariness in the briskness. It was so fragmented. If the voice is not divine, then whose voice is it?

Madara didn't move against the wall, and his breath disappeared along the way.

Just 2 minutes ago, Hashirama was sitting on a stone bench looking at the person coming out of the shadows. The person was dressed in white and could still be easily identified even in the dark outdoors.

Madara's front legs had just left, and Kamui's rear legs appeared here. It was easy to guess where he was just now. So, what he said to Madara about fighting was probably overheard by the other party.

"I don't intend to sow discord between you."

Hashirama said this sincerely, and Kamui was willing to believe him.

Compared to himself, Madara must have a heavier weight in Hashirama's heart, even though before that, they had been hanging out together drinking and visiting Yifang for some time.

Since ancient times, fair-weather friends have been less important than serious friends, and he has always known that.

Kamui stood in front of Hashirama, facing Hashirama who was as strong as a hill. Although he was thin and thin, he never lost in terms of momentum.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Kamui looked condescendingly at Hashirama, who looked serious.

After watching for a while, he suddenly smiled. Even if Hashirama liked a woman, he had to admit that Kamui looked more beautiful when he smiled than a woman.

Dumbfounded, he seemed to understand why Madara and Tobirama fell in love with this guy together. Part of the reason should be the same as his liking for Mito. Whether it was him or Madara and Tobirama, putting aside everything else Factors, beauty must be a very important part of it.

Who in this world doesn't like beautiful people?

"Hashirama, when we were on the main island of Whirlwind Country, I took the initiative to fulfill your love. But after it was me, you didn't give me your blessing. What's going on behind my back to undermine me?"

Hashirama was pointed at Kamui's nose and questioned. Although his tone was light and lazy, there were waves of dissatisfaction beneath the surface.

Just like the deep sea at night, it looks calm on the surface without any wind or waves, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent, and suddenly a wave will crash down.

"I just think that separation is the best way for both of you. If it were someone else, I would still think so." Hashirama paused and said a little unnaturally: "You understand why I said this. "

Yes, how could Kamui not understand? He once worried about the people who liked him.

He wears other people's skin, good or bad, praise or slander, he doesn't care.

But Madara and Tobirama are different. They are the natives of this world, and they have to bear the good and the bad, and for the rest of their lives.

Saying this, Hashirama's face became even more ugly. He stared at the person standing in front of him nonchalantly, and his eyes became a bit colder.

"You must have heard clearly what Madara said, but he was not such a person before. His thoughts were so extreme, and you should be responsible for this."

"Are you interrogating me?" Shenwei raised his eyebrows.

Hashirama is no longer the cynical and easygoing person he used to be. He looks at Kamui with a serious look in his eyes, as if he is facing an enemy.

The two people stared at each other for a long time, neither of them wanting to look away first. This silent contest seemed to be fighting for the sovereignty of Uchiha Madara.

"Hmph~" Kamui sneered, looking at Hashirama with some pity in his eyes.

"Hashirama, you don't seem to understand. The day he decides to like me, you will no longer be competitive with me. Who can show you this expression in front of me in private?"

Hashirama was stunned by Kamui's words, and a rare trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Kamui did not hold on to the problem, but took a step back, and even the pressure he felt just now was relieved a bit.

He said lightly: "How do you feel about this? If I were a woman, you might not have such strong dissatisfaction at all. It's a pity that I'm a man."